Dazed in a fool’s paradise.
Lat night, I fought in my dreams against an odd enemy.
It was big and scary. It was dark and formless.
It mutated into many different shapes equally scary.
It was dark and formless.
I could not quite understand with my heart nor see with my eyes through the haze what it was.
I slowly felt how it embodied the shape of a monster as a shiver ran down my spine.
It was dark and formless.
As I was mercilessly shoved closer to it by an inexplicable force, I could feel its breath. It was horrible and putrid.
I could sense its wicked dark essence wrapping me around, suffocating me.
Through the haze, I distinguished its eyes. They were all red as lava. I peeked inside and saw hatred and vengeance.
Its aura slowly turned the colors of the sourrounding foliage brown and dried.
It crashed the dreams and hopes of the dwellers and folk nearby of the town where I was.
It was a tremendous black energy feeding off of hope and kindness, turning it into black matter.
It turned the kind-heartedness, the beauty and the emancipation of the hearts of those around into machine-like humans.
Androids who looked and behaved like humans, but whose language was coerced and corrupt.
They had been poisoned.
It spread around the city furiously gathering momentum and entering through the ears and eyes of the villagers turning them into machine-like humans.
It became bigger and stronger as more and more of the city dwellers got envenomed.
Its ghastly message propagated around the households though computers and television screens.
Through radio stations and radio shows.
Through means of communications.
Suddenly, families and couples started speaking to each other differently. A new language had been born.
Simple folk started to think differently. Started to behave differently. Started falling apart.
The people in this town no longer recognized each other as they always had.
They started to fear each other. Started to be afraid of each other. To avoid each other. To hate each other. Men and women no longer recognized the love for each other. Soon, the perverted ideologies together with their strange language and ways of reasoning had corroded every single soul in town.
Soon enough every soul in town had been compelled by law to speak and think in a certain manner.
The fear invaded the streets and parks where kids used play and were now desolated and forgotten.
The dwellers of this town now kept to themselves and remained in their rooms entrenched waiting for an unknown enemy to strike.
They were glad they had been warned about the enemy.
I was suddenly and violently awoken soaked in sweat from the terrifying nightmare.
I realized it was real.
We live in a very different world from the world our parents lived.
We seem to be stuck in the dystopian crossroads of a distant galaxy where words and terms such as modernity, inclusivity, social justice, cultural and political conservatism and traditionalism are strewn all over the table of the political agendas of our overlords.
Uninterested in our minutiae, uninterested in us, our masters rule our lives with an iron fist.
Our will to think has been highjacked and our wings to fly from this lunacy have been cut.
But no one can hack our minds, if we do not allow them to.
We can think in terms of justice and freedom from a standpoint of common sense.
We need no ideologies nor flags.
No masters and no ties.
We need collective freedom to express our own individuality.
No mandatory speech is good speech.
Do not fall into the trap of the people of this town.
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